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while his enemy lay contentedly a little dis- 

 tance off, looking sleepy and comfortable. 



Not a sign did Black Beauty give for some 

 time that he even knew of the close proximity 

 of his detested relative. He made no move- 

 ment in his direction, uttered no sound, and, 

 even when he stopped chewing and turned his 

 handsome head toward the object of his dis- 

 like, he gave no indication that he meant to 

 commence hostilities again. 



But suddenly, without the slightest warn- 

 ing, he sent forth a bellow that could have 

 been heard a mile off, bent down his shaggy 

 head, and, with his eyes blood red and quiver- 

 ing with rage and passion, tore toward the 

 other buffalo and before the poor animal had 

 time to realize what was happening drove his 

 cruel horns into his side. As he drew them 

 out a stream of blood came with them and the 

 wounded buffalo did his best to stagger to his 

 feet. 



Before he could get half-way up, Black 

 Beauty made another dash for him, drove his 

 horns in once, twice, three times, and then 



